OK, has anyone else seen this movie? WTF. It's been about an hour and a half since I finished watching it and I'm still WTF-ing majorly over here. I don't know what I'm supposed to think.
I guess Charlie Kaufman broke science and figured out how to record dreams.
I feel so uncomfortable!

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Someway, somehow, a Charlie Kaufman movie (Synecdoche, New York) came into existence without my knowing. It's now been in existence for *awhile* and I've never seen it! That's about to change in like ten minutes, because I rented it and I'm about to watch it. YES. I hope it's good. Charlie Kaufman has never let me down before, but there's a first time for everything.

I saw a terrific play tonight (part of the Suburban Motel six-parter). It was called Problem Child and it was excellent. Also, I got to see G and this makes me happy, because G is just a fantastic actor and a sweet, funny, awesome person. He's going places. Or, at least, he better be. ;)

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lots of exercise
lots of writing
new friends :)
a few old friends
scholarly success
better goings-on with significant other
sense of community
light at the end of the tunnel
reading shakespeare
taking work less seriously
my car working again miraculously
shaking off the potential pretentious



whip til there's lots of air in the mix

(it lightens things up)

and you'll get
depression, lifted, into something that feels like...normalcy

I'm FINALLY feeling better, thank the gods! I actually went in to work today. It was splendid. I got so much lesson-planning done it was almost ridiculous. I have almost NO planning to do over the weekend now. Plus, I scored a super-duper easy subbing job Monday morning for a teacher at my own school. I'll basically be getting paid to baby-sit 'cause her stagiere is going to be there. :D Also, it's for my favourite group! How amazingly lucky is all of that, huh?
I'm on antibiotics and feeling tons better but am totally exhausted and drained. I was MORE than ready to go to sleep over two hours ago but I'm making mixed coffee drinks and forcing myself to stay awake until Mike gets home (not until 10 pm, waahhh) because I can't stand going all day without seeing him, I miss him too much. Yeah, I know-->gag puke etc.

Also, FUCK PETA. Maybe I'm just super-sensitive tonight 'cause my body and brain are all soft and gooey from the crazy fever that RAGED ME this past week, but I saw one of their fucking ads on LJ earlier tonight--I get this poor mangled extremely depressed-looking dog shoved in my face and, I dunno, I just CAN'T TAKE THAT right now. Usually those ads do nothing for me--it's not so much that I'm hard-hearted and cold (I hope not), but more that I'm desensitized to just about anything and everything. But not tonight FUCK. Now I can't get that sad dog out of my head. And for what, PETA? You think that "works"? I'm not gonna stop eating animals or wearing them no matter how much shit you throw at me. And if you think those ads are gonna make me go out and donate money you're all out of your fucking minds because I barely have enough money for MYSELF, thank you very much, and *I* am more important to me than some random dog. So fuck you, your ad served NO PURPOSE other than to depress the living fuck out of me and make me write this rant. That poor fucking dog!
I saw a cat that got hit by a car IN REAL LIFE on Wednesday and it didn't depress me anywhere near as much as this fucking dog picture, what gives??!
Of course, Wednesday I was TRIPPING BALLS thanks to the fever being at its WORST that day, so for all I know that cat wasn't even real.

Holy hell it's been an interesting, hallucinatory, freakish couple of days.
Against everyone's better judgment I decided to try and make it to school on Wednesday anyway because I am AN HERO. They were not too thrilled that I went in with a fever but couldn't find a substitute to replace me. The principal told me I could go home if I wanted and they would just cancel English for the day, it wouldn't have been a big deal...but I told her I could make it through the day. The only reason I said that is because I was feverishly insane and out of my mind at that point.
The entire day was a weird dream. I can't even describe it.
I was "with it" enough to make a plan for the substitute I would arrange for the second I got home though.
I got home and went to sleep at 5 pm, woke up to eat around 9 pm and watched some TV, then went back to sleep until 9 Am today...I've been kind of in and out of things all day long. It's been weird.
I still have a fever and will most likely miss tomorrow too, which is SUCH A FUCKING WASTE because it's a ped day, and all I have to do tomorrow is lesson plan which I have to do anyway, but doing it at a ped day at school is a million times better because a) I'll get paid for it, and b) I have a printer and photocopier at my disposal, which I desperately need and do not have access to here. OH THIS SUCKS. I guess I'll see how I am in the morning. They won't be happy if I go back tomorrow, still sick. Although I won't be around kids and I won't even really be around the rest of the staff even because I'll be alone in my classroom in the lonely basement not bothering anyone.
Still, I don't see how I can possibly wake up at 6 tomorrow morning. Ugh, what a shitty situation.
Also, my antibiotics cost me $45! Fuck! That was my money for this week. I am so broke. I don't get paid for another week and even then I only have 3 weeks left to my contract.
To add insult to injury, I've had to turn down 2 easy, morning-only subbing jobs this week (that's like $200) because of my being sick.
Boo to all of this!
This is such a shitty, shitty, shitty, shitty week.

However, Mike woke me up to catch Dominic Monaghan being interviewed on the Bonnie Hunt show. That was pretty cool. :D

Some girls are born with glitter in their veins.

But yours are filled with gold.

From the moment I first met you.

Just your hand want to hold.

 

Im sorry for all the times

That I have made you feel blue.

But thank-you for having the faith.

That someday I will come through.

 

When I think of your lovely face.

I cant help but sport a smile.

Because you my dear are so special to me,

You truly are worthwhile.

 

I want to walk beside you.

Throughout this journey, life.

Because if we have each other.

We will never encounter strife.

 

I am so lucky to have found you,

I just feel truly blessed.

So long as youre in my life somewhere,

Ill wish for nothing more and nothing less.

Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it's strangling me now
All the wild men with big cigars and gigantic cars
They're all laughing at me now
Oh I've been used...used...
I've been a fool...oh what a fool
I broke all the rules...rules...yeah
But I must let the show go on

Baby, there's an enormous crowd of people
And they're all after my blood
I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theater
And let me out...let me out
Oh, I've been so blind, yeah
I've wasted time, wasted, wasted oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on

I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on

Baby, I wish you'd help me escape
And help me get away
Leave me outside my address
Far away from this masquerade
I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on

I made a new website awhile ago, and completely forgot to mention it in this journal. You can read it at Vae Victis.

I know between (much welcomed) lurkers and people on my f-list, there's at least a few teachers who read my journal. So I'm going to ask for some advice.

Does anyone have any tips/advice for handling discipline with grade 1 kids? More specifically, those anti-social kids who refuse to participate in group activities, sing-a-longs, games, and choose to wander around the room instead.
I can't leave them to do break the rules and wander, of course, but at the same time I can't keep stopping the activities that 99% of the rest of the class is currently enjoying just to get that one troublemaker (or 2) back on task.

If anyone reading this--anyone at all--has any suggestions or has been in this situation before, please please let me know!

I know you all have great senses of humour and lots of wit, but still: serious answers only, please. :)

My top 3 favourite actors of all time are Jim Carrey, Samuel L. Jackson, and Kevin Spacey.
Who are yours?

Наверное, не все знают, что первые в истории регулярные телепередачи начали выходит в эфир не где-нибудь, а в Германском рейхе, и не когда-нибудь, а в 1935 году. Понятное дело, проект находился под патронажем рейхсминистра пропаганды доктора Геббельса; по всей видимости, его и следует считать крестным отцом телевидения как средства массовой дезинформации.

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Thank you SO much to everyone who came last night! I had a lot of fun, even though most of the night was a fuzzy blur to me, lol. I didn't have a drop of alcohol but I have a feeling I was the least sober person there, drugged up on good ole Conact C. That shit is STRONG, omg. Here's hoping I made SOME kind of sense last night and wasn't the incoherent drooling feverish mass that I felt like. XD
I am so, so, SO happy to meet the sweet and adourable oo_maya_oo! And E is really nice, too. I didn't get to talk to him much but he seems like a great guy. :)
I just wish I had been more lucid for our first encounter, lol.

After everyone left, I felt sicker, and I couldn't sleep at all. I kept having feverish nightmares (don't you HATE those?!) and waking up every half hour. I couldn't stop coughing and my asthma was at the worse it's ever been in YEARS.
Today I feel MUCH better--I have stopped coughing so much and my fever feels gone! :) That said, my head still hurts, I'm really dizzy, and I'm still having some issues with my breathing, so I'm going to spend this beautiful day (14C! waaaaah?!) in the waiting room of a walk-in clinic in NDG to get myself checked out just in case, and FINALLY get an asthma pump once and for all. I realize how retarded it is that I don't have one, but my asthma bothers me on average once every 2-3 years, if even...the last time I had a really bad time with it was when I was 15, so it's been a good 13 years since I've even considered getting a pump, and IIRC, I refused to get one as a teenager anyway. :P

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